| Who got the hooch
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| Who got the hooch
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| Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
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| The working day was long
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| And the road is grinding on
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| And your body’s winding down again
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| The tribal fire’s here
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| And the circle speaks so near
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| And the simple truth so very much clearer
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| Who got the hooch, baby
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| Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
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| Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
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| Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
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| The birds and bees will sing
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| The jams begin to ring
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| The good vibes flow from me to you
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| The evening turns to night
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| The fire and moonlight
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| The dance of all who came before
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| Who got the hooch, baby
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| Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
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| Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
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| Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
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| Let’s get real, let’s get heavy
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| Till the water breaks the levee
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| Let’s get loose, loose, who got the hooch |